Cheng Luo was also taken aback, he had never seen such a strange technique. The ghost king's phantom aura of the ghost king → the √ is too amazing.

I saw that the powerful ghost king in mid-air took out a giant sword dozens of meters long from his back, and layers of gray demonic flames were shining on the blade.

Seeing this, a group of Chongxiao Hall disciples who were still fighting below showed fear on their faces.

"The young master is mighty!"

"As soon as the ghost king comes out, he is invincible!"

A group of black-robed late-stage Qi refining cultivators roared and shouted, their expressions looking a little excited, and their attacks became even more violent.

The disciples on the side of the Chongxiao Hall had already suffered heavy casualties, and now they had to turn from attack to defense, and the group cast defensive spells to form a simple defensive formation, trying their best to resist the attack of the black-robed monks.

After emitting a low and strange roar from the mouth of the Mighty Ghost King Phantom, he swung his giant sword and slashed directly towards Cheng Luo.

Cheng Luo's scalp was numb, and he immediately urged the ice crystal gourd, and white rays emanated from the surroundings, blocking in front of him.

"Bell!"

A fierce collision sounded, and the Mighty Ghost King slashed at the ice crystal gourd with a sword, instantly defeating Bai Mang.

"Poof!"

Cheng Luo spurted out a mouthful of blood from his mouth, his face was like earth, and the whole person fell from the air.

"Hahaha! Although this powerful ghost king is a demon phantom, it is more than enough to deal with you barbarians!" the blood-robed young man laughed wildly.

"Elder Cheng, are you okay?" An elder from the Chongxiao Hall immediately flew up and caught Cheng Luo.

Cheng Luo breathed a sigh of relief, stood in the air, waved his hand and said, "It's okay." ”

The Ghost King roared, and struck again, and the elder pinched it with one finger, and the spirit weapon dagger in his hand turned into a streamer of light, stabbing towards the Mighty Ghost King.

The Mighty Ghost King opened his mouth and spewed out gray demonic flames, and the flying spirit weapon dagger was wrapped in demonic flames and instantly lost its reaction.

"Whew!"

Immediately after, the Mighty Ghost King roared, and the giant sword in his hand slashed towards Cheng Luo and the elder.

The two of them were so frightened that they saw that it was too late to dodge.

At this moment, a boulder suddenly flew out of the woods, emitting a blue and white streamer. The speed of the boulder was exerted to the extreme, and it hit the giant sword in the hand of the powerful ghost king.

"Bell!"

With a crisp sound, the giant sword in the hand of the Mighty Ghost King was violently shaken apart.

The tiger's escape made Cheng Luo and the elder break out in a cold sweat.

"Who is it!" Seeing that the Mighty Ghost King's attack was interrupted, the blood-robed young man roared angrily and looked in the direction where the boulder was flying.

I saw a young man in a white robe running towards the center of the battle quickly, it was not Shen Lang.

Shen Lang soared into the air and flew to a low altitude of dozens of meters.

"Elder Shen, why are you?"

Cheng Luo was taken aback, and several of the elders of the Chongxiao Hall who were fighting nearby were also taken aback.

Didn't Shen Lang retreat in the sect, when did he come to Cangwu Mountain?

"The matter is urgent, let's talk about it later!" Shen Lang looked at the blood-robed young man opposite with gloomy eyes.

"I became a master, it turned out to be a miscellaneous crumb in the early stage of Nirvana. The blood-robed youth said disdainfully.

Shen Lang said coldly: "It's not certain who is the miscellaneous pieces!"

"Bai Qingshan, go!"

Shen Lang's heart moved, and the white mountain in mid-air skyrocketed to a height of hundreds of meters, directly smashing towards the phantom of the powerful ghost king in front of the blood-robed youth.

"Carving insect skills, ghost king, block it for me!" The corner of the blood-robed young man's mouth showed a hint of mockery.

The Mighty Ghost King wielded his giant sword and slashed towards Bai Qingshan with all his might.

"Boom!"

The giant sword was in the middle of the white green mountain wall, making an earth-shattering sound, and the gray demonic flame collided with the blue and white glow, emitting a dazzling light.

Shen Lang was a little incredulous, since he broke through Nirvana, using Bai Qingshan had always been invincible. This huge ghost king phantom can actually take over his own Bai Qingshan?

The blood-robed young man was also a little surprised, the power of this peak-shaped magic weapon was really high, and it could actually resist the sword of the ghost king?

"Boy, your magic weapon is not bad, but it's a pity that the opponent you met was me. I'm going to make up your mind for this magic weapon! Let this young master send you on your way. The blood-robed youth laughed wildly.

The Ghost King opened his fangs and spewed out a large amount of gray flames from his mouth.

In an instant, the demonic flames filled the entire mountain wall of Bai Qingshan, and the blue and white glow was gradually weakened.

Shen Lang's face changed drastically, and after Bai Qingshan fell into the demonic flames, he found that he could no longer control Bai Qingshan!

Moreover, Bai Qingshan, who was hundreds of meters high, gradually became smaller, and was held in the hands of the ghost king, no matter how much Shen Lang urged, he could not call Bai Qingshan back.

How could it be? This gray flame could actually sever the connection between him and Bai Qingshan.

Seeing Shen Lang's anxious face, the blood-robed young man laughed wildly: "Haha, the magic weapon that was captured by my powerful ghost king, don't take it back! Ghost King, kill me!"

The blood-robed young man urged the ghost king to phantom with a smug look on his face, ready to kill Shen Lang.

The combat power of this powerful ghost king's phantom is extremely amazing, even if it is a monk in the late stage of foundation building, he may not be the opponent of the ghost king.

Just as the Ghost King was about to raise his sword to kill Shen Lang, Shen Lang quickly took out the Jade Yang Treasure Mirror from the storage ring.

"Crackling!"

Shen Lang showed out the treasure mirror, and a large number of electric snakes immediately swam on the treasure mirror, and seven or eight white arcs as thick as iron cables rushed out, sweeping towards the powerful ghost king like a leather whip.

An unbelievable scene appeared to the blood-robed youth.

I saw that the seemingly powerful white thunder, after hitting the ghost king, the ghost king's phantom trembled, his mouth let out a low and painful roar, and white smoke was still emitting from all parts of his body.

Shen Lang tried to inject Yuan spiritual power into the Yuyang Treasure Mirror.

"Boom!"

A thick white thunder burst out, directly defeating the ghost king's phantom and turning it into powder.

"How is that possible!" The blood-robed young man was completely dumbfounded, and even wondered if he had seen a hallucination.

Such a powerful ghost king was actually destroyed by a white thunderbolt?

Cheng Luo and the other elders were dumbfounded for a while, thinking that the power of this mirror-shaped magic weapon in Shen Lang's hand was too great!

Shen Lang was also surprised, he didn't expect that this Yuyang White Thunder was so powerful against ghosts.

"Bastard, give me death!" The blood-robed young man couldn't accept this fact, and he was extremely angry and pinched it with one hand, and two huge claws grabbed towards Shen Lang.

It just so happened that the treasure mirror in Shen Lang's hand shot out two more white arcs, hitting the flying claws.

"Whoa!"

After being hit by the arc, the two demon claws disappeared in an instant, and a large mouthful of blood spurted out of the mouth of the blood-robed young man.

"It's Yuyang White Thunder!Impossible, Yuyang Thunder Crystal has long been extinct in Tianhai, you actually have a magic weapon made of Yuyang Thunder Crystal?" the blood-robed young man roared in a lost voice.

Shen Lang's eyes shrank, he didn't bother to pay attention to the surprise of the blood-robed youth, and with a pinching of his fingers, hundreds of qi swords condensed in front of him, shooting towards the blood-robed youth like lightning.